Hierbij een verhaaltje over een vlucht en het genot van een persoonlijke bevrediging.
Ms. Lacey Lemons Date
US Airways Flight #
Comments: Once Was Not Enough
We had planned a weekend in Paris. Considering that it was a long flight overnight, my boyfriend, Brett, shared with me his desire to join the Mile High Club and mentioned that this flight would be a great opportunity. After checking out this website and fantasizing about it, we were very eager to become members. In the days leading up to the trip, the intensity increased as we were constantly teasing one another about joining the club. When we finally boarded the plan we were making out like a pair of teenagers. As we were settling into our seats near the rear of the plane, we grabbed some blankets and pillows and laid them across our laps. Before we even pulled away from the gate, Brett reached his hand under the blankets and started unzipping my pants. Slowly, he slid his hand down my panties into my eager, warm, wet mound. He fingered me deeply and then slid his wet fingers up and down my slit. My clit was so swollen and I was so turned on that I was ready to come quickly. However, I wasn’t going to let him get away with teasing me like that. I leaned over and unzipped his pants to gain access to his erection. His cock was so hard and its head was very swollen. I reached my hand down and cupped his tightened balls in my hand. Then I slid my finger down and rimmed his ass, which really got him hot. The anticipation of having in-flight sex was increasing dramatically. We had been in the air perhaps 30 minutes when the opportunity presented itself. The flight attendants had pushed their carts to the front of the cabin to start the beverage service. I looked at Brett and gave him the nod. He didn’t hesitate and got straight up and went into the bathroom. I waited only a few seconds and soon followed. We were very pleased at how conducive the bathrooms of a 767 were to joining the Club. Brett already has his cock out and was slowly stroking it. I quickly lowered my pants and thong, and leaned over the sink facing the mirror so that he could enter me from behind. As he prepared to plunge into my eagerly awaiting pussy we were delighted to find that the wall next to us was completely mirrored from the waste up. He entered me and we both watched as he repeatedly thrust his cock deep inside of me. The thrusting became more intense and it was increasingly more difficult for us to keep from screaming out. The sound of his hips smacking against my ass along with my wetness as he slid in and out of my drenched entrance filled the air. I watched Brett’s face in the mirrors as he approached climax. He was banging me even harder and there was an intense look of pleasure on his face. When it looked as if he couldn’t handle the intensity any longer, he cried out and released furious torrents of hot cum deep into my love canal. Slowly, the pace of his thrusting reduced as his orgasm eventually subsided. We put ourselves back together and prepared to leave the bathroom. We were nervous that someone was waiting outside, but that wasn’t the case. We made our way back to the seats with big smiles upon our faces. However, It wasn’t over for me yet. I was still very excited, so I covered up with a blanket and quickly slid my pants down to my knees revealing my pink swollen lips and clit. He wasted no time. His fingers massaged my clit and I writhed with pleasure. I wanted to come, but Brett said it wasn’t time yet. He spread my lips and entered me with two or three of his fingers. He was twisting and flicking them back and forth as he explored the depths of my femininity. It was like torture to feel that much pleasure and not be able scream out loud. My thighs tightened and my face showed my intense pleasure. I told him that I REALLY needed to come, but he said it still wasn’t time yet. He then pulled his drenched fingers out and reached his hand in front of my face teasing me with our juices. Then, he took one of his wet fingers and started teasing my ass. My anus was already very wet from the cum that had been dripping down. He teased my rear entrance, slowly working his finger inside of me. I had reached the point where I had to come, and I told him I needed to NOW. He quickly inserted his thumb in my pussy, maneuvering it so that he could massage my G-spot. He wiggled the finger in my ass while vigorously working his thumb. I placed my fingers over my clit and stroked furiously. In a matter of seconds, I exploded in quiet, but glorious ecstasy. It felt like I’d never stop coming as wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body. My body went limp as I rested in Brett’s arms. When I regained some strength, I pulled my pants back up and looked around to see if anyone had seen me. It appeared as if no one had noticed my induction into the Mile High Club. We had a wonderful trip in Paris, and couldn’t help but fantasizing about the flight back home.